Rose Manor

Shen Jia Nian was not only surprised, but also felt horrified.

The mole on her chest is slightly lower and would not be exposed when she wears a tube top dress.There is also the birthmark on her inner thigh, which is not easily visible to others.

"You still want to tell me that you're not familiar with me?"

Shen Jia Nian's silent look fell into Fu Jichen's eyes. He thought she was going to expose it and decided to verify it himself.He put his arm around her waist and went to unbutton her top.

When he put the evidence in front of her, he wanted to hear what else she had to say.

"What are you doing?" Shen Jianian was shocked and angry. He tightly grasped his collar with both hands to prevent him from taking off his clothes, and at the same time he raised his foot to kick him.

Fu Jichen groaned, his jawline tightened for a moment, and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Shen Jianian seized the opportunity to escape from his shackles and took a few steps back. She didn't notice that the bed was behind her. She fell down on the bed, her eyes full of guard.

He is indeed a pervert who goes crazy when he disagrees with someone.

Shen Jia Nian tremblingly buttoned up the button that Fu Jichen had torn open, and looked up. His stern face showed a forbearing look, and his temples were wet with sweat, as if he was enduring pain.

He was so burned just now that he didn't say a word, like a robot without feeling. Why was he like this now?
Shen Jia Nian recalled that of the few kicks she had just made, only one actually hit his leg, and it seemed that there was not much strength.

Fu Jichen glanced at her, said nothing, turned his back and walked out.Although he tried his best to hide it, Shen Jianian still discovered that his walking posture was abnormal and that his left leg was uncoordinated.

She really kicked him.

It's not her fault, he deserves it, who asked him to touch her.

The door closed, silence returned to the bedroom, and the sky became completely bright.Shen Jia Nian was exhausted and fell on the bed. His legs slowly curled up, shrinking him into the shape of a shrimp.

All the details after meeting Fu Jichen were replayed in her mind, including the specious coincidences, all reminding her of the fact that maybe there was something between Fu Jichen and her, but she didn't remember it.

Shen Jianian's initially firm thoughts were wavering, making her feel headache, helpless, and confused.

How could she, a well-behaved person, provoke someone like Fu Jichen?This is what she can't understand the most.

Fu Jichen was naturally unable to hear her inner voice. After leaving the bedroom, he took the elevator to the first floor and found Cheng Jin in the kitchen. His voice was cold and emotionless: "Make some more food and send it up."

Cheng Jin was stirring the porridge in the casserole with a long-handled spoon in his hand. He turned around and asked hesitantly: "That lady doesn't like wontons?"

Fu Jichen didn't have the extra energy to explain to her, so he only said two words: "No."

"My pot of porridge is almost ready, why don't I serve her a bowl of porridge?" Cheng Jin suggested.

Fu Jichen thought for a moment, Jia Nian liked to drink porridge, and nodded: "That's okay."

Cheng Jin was about to turn around when his eyes inadvertently glanced at the injury on the back of his hand. He paused and said in a nervous tone: "Why is the hand injured like this?"

Fu Jichen lowered his eyes, as if he was not the one who was hurt: "It doesn't matter."

"It looks like I've been burned. How can I not treat it if it's so serious?" Cheng Jin put down the spoon and went to the living room to find medicine for him. As he walked, he said, "We can't ignore it. If the wound becomes inflamed, we'll be in trouble."

She pulled out the drawer of the TV cabinet, took out the medicine box, and took out a stick of burn ointment.This kind of medicine is rarely used in daily life. She put on the glasses hanging around her neck, checked the shelf life first to make sure it was not expired, and took it to Fu Jichen along with a pack of cotton swabs.

"Sit down and I'll help you apply the medicine." Cheng Jin was worried that he wouldn't handle it.

"Give it to me." Fu Jichen spread his palms.

"Be sure to apply the medicine, don't take it seriously." Cheng Jin repeatedly warned, put the burn ointment and cotton swab in his hand, turned to the kitchen and stared at the casserole.

Fu Jichen sat down on the sofa, took a cotton swab and dipped it in burn ointment and applied it on the red back of his hand. The coolness brought by the ointment slightly relieved the burning sensation.

After a while, Cheng Jin filled a bowl of porridge and brought it out. What he saw was that Fu Jichen had a lit cigarette on his lips, holding a cotton swab in his hand to apply medicine on the back of his hand. His brows were slightly furrowed, looking impatient.

For some reason, Cheng Jin felt that he looked like a normal person like this. In the past, when he came back here, he was so slumped and tired that he couldn't feel a trace of life. He was just a body with his soul taken away.

Cheng Jin's eyes were inexplicably hot. Before Fu Jichen realized that he was losing his composure, he turned away and wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers.

"I'm going to deliver porridge to that lady." Cheng Jin told him.

"Leave it, I'll deliver it." Fu Jichen had already treated the burnt area, threw the cotton swab into the trash can, took the cigarette off his lips, and put it out in the ashtray on the coffee table.

He went to the kitchen and washed his hands, trying not to get the water on the back of his medicated hands.

Cheng Jin watched Fu Jichen enter the elevator with a bowl in his hands. At this point, he finally realized that his husband was special to the woman he brought home today.

She didn't know if this was a good thing. On the one hand, she should feel relieved that her husband had come out of the pain of the past. On the other hand, she felt an indescribable regret.

She would occasionally think of Jianian, and every time she thought of her passing away at such a young age, she felt sad. *
Fu Jichen opened the door, walked into the bedroom, and stopped beside the bed.

The person on the bed was lying on his side in a curled up position, as if asleep, breathing evenly.

He even sleeps in a posture of self-protection. Is he so scary?

Fu Jichen didn't wake her up, put the bowl on the bedside table and sat down by the bed.Unlike in the car, where he could only see a small half of her face, now that her face was facing outward, he could see her complete sleeping face.

After watching for a while, Fu Jichen pulled the thin quilt on the bed, covered her body very gently, and stayed with her quietly, touching her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips with his eyes, and finally settled on her lips.

After not drinking water for a long time, her lips were a little dry, like petals withered due to lack of water.

Fu Jichen couldn't help but reached out and touched her lips. The soft touch was real, not in a dream.

Shen Jia Nian did not dare to sleep too deeply. She felt someone touching her and frowned. She woke up with a start. When she opened her eyes and saw Fu Jichen's face, she felt helpless except for despair.

"Are you awake?" Fu Jichen stroked her hair, "Get up and eat something before going to sleep."

Shen Jianian sat up with one hand on the bed, the tranquility on his face when he was asleep faded away, and he regained the vigilance when he was awake: "I told you I won't eat."

Unable to let her go on a hunger strike, Fu Jichen gave in and said, "Let's make a deal. If you drink the porridge, I will promise you one request. In addition to leaving here."

Shen Jia Nian was dubious.

Fu Jichen saw her distrust: "A gentleman's words are hard to follow."

Shen Jia Nian had no choice but to try to trust him once. However, he had to satisfy her request first: "Give me the phone and I will have porridge."

"In addition to giving you a mobile phone." Fu Jichen dismissed.

Shen Jianian frowned and thought of another request: "I want to see Pei Che."

Fu Jichen's face darkened and he dismissed it again: "Except for this."

Shen Jianian: "I want you to disappear in front of me."

Fu Jichen: "No."

Shen Jia Nian gritted her teeth in anger, neither this nor that would work, what else could she ask for?His so-called deal was simply a trick on her.

"I won't eat." Shen Jianian shouldn't have expectations for this person.

At this time, the door that was not closed tightly was pushed open by something, making a small noise.Fu Jichen turned around and glanced, and saw a cat sneaking in, its tail raised majestically, and the tip of its tail swept back and forth, like a rattlesnake.

The cat owner swaggered around the bedroom, finally aimed at the big bed, and climbed up with a slight jump.

Fu Jichen has a mysophobia and does not allow these cats and dogs to come to the third floor. They always sneak up when he is not at home. Occasionally, he will find a cat or dog hair in the bedroom.

Just as he was about to get the cat down, the cat was not afraid of him. He raised his head and sniffed Shen Jianian's arm. Then he jumped onto her lap, coiled up in a circle, and huddled in her arms.

Shen Jia Nian has always liked cats and dogs, but she was a little overwhelmed by this familiar cat.

"You don't even recognize briquettes?" Fu Jichen looked at her in surprise, which didn't look like an act.

Shen Jianian looked at the cat. It had black hair all over its body. The name "briquettes" was indeed appropriate.

Shen Jia Nian remained silent regarding Fu Jichen's question. Is it strange that she doesn't recognize his cat?

Fu Jichen's eyes fell firmly on her face. The doubts he had had since meeting suddenly had an answer at this moment, but he didn't want to believe the answer.

"You don't remember?" Fu Jichen held her shoulders, "You don't remember me, right?"

Seeing that he looked like he was going crazy again, Shen Jia Nian was so scared that he bit his lip and chose to tell him clearly: "I told him from the beginning that I don't know you and I'm not familiar with you. Many times, why don’t you believe me? Mr. Fu, I’m not acting with you, everything I say is the truth.”

"You don't even remember me."

Fu Jichen whispered this sentence repeatedly, tilted his head slightly, frowned, and his red eyes were filled with disbelief. He took his hands off her shoulders and raised them in the air, as if he didn't know how to treat her.

Why is this happening? He thought of thousands of reasons for her to pretend not to know him, but he never thought that she really didn't know him.

He thought it was all ridiculous.

Shen Jianian added: "Mr. Fu, yesterday was the first time you and I met."